Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.